His head was swimming in a state of confusion. Where was he? His body felt extraordinarily heavy, and everything
seemed . . . disjointed. . .

Warily, He opened his eyes to see glaring lights above him. Flinching, He turned his head to see he was inside
a clean room. . . Lying in a bed. . .

Beep, beep, beep, beep. . .

To his left was a machine of some sort, green graphing etched all over the screen a single line shooting
up in pointed angles every few beats.

Everything was blurred around the edges.

A woman appeared in the doorway, her back to him as she pulled some sort of . . . trolley. . .

"All right, Harry," she murmured as she stopped just short of his bed. "Check on med's . . . and check heart
rate. . . "

He opened his mouth, trying to speak . . . but found that his voice was incredibly croaky - as if it hadn't
been used in ages. . . So He tried again.

"W-who - who's Harry?" he croaked in a whispered.

The woman jumped, whirling around, dropping a small plastic cup and causing whatever was in it to spill all
over the floor. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open. She looked as if she'd suddenly seen a ghost.

"What the devil are you shouting about - ?" the doctor began. He then gasped, too. "You're awake."

"Can somebody please tell me what's going on?" He asked.

He blinked a few more times, but things wouldn't un-blur.

"You've - you've been in a coma for the past year and a half," said the nurse, a hand to her chest.

"A - a coma?" he asked, squinting. "From - from what?"

"We don't know," said Doctor Wallace. He frowned for a moment, then picked up a pair of round flat glasses.
"The medic's found you by Suther's Lake thirty miles away from here. They thought you were dead - but - it was strange. .
. You opened your eyes - a-and they were glowing - we don't know. . ."

"We've been trying to figure that out, Harry," said Doctor Wallace calmly. "The reason why we haven't stopped
your breathing machine in this past year and a half is because we've had sudden happenings in here."

"L-like what?" Harry uttered nervously.

"You know that unusual brain activity?" asked the nurse. "Sometimes - I would walk in here and everything
around you would be floating."

"Floating?"

"Yes, floating," said the nurse. "And it happened more than once, too. And more than once you opened your
eyes - and they were glowing - just like the meds said."

"T-that still doesn't explain what's going on," said Harry nervously.

"We don't know and we may never know if you don't get your memory back," said Doctor Wallace.

"But we have to release you by tomorrow at least," said the nurse.

"Release me - but I-I have no where to go!" said Harry.

"We figure you could start with the photo," said the Doctor. "But we can't keep you here any longer, Harry."

"B-but -"

Suddenly, the medicine cups, the wand, and various other items began to float around them. An odd pair of
headphones with a round attachment soared past Harry, while a pen flew around Nurse Emma's torso, and in a high arc over the
bed.

"Harry - you're doing it again!" said Doctor Wallace, going pale.

"I - I -"

Many pops sounded, and other men, dressed in . . . robes?

They all wielded wands, and two of them grabbed Harry, despite his protests.

"What's going on?!" he asked. "Who are all of you?! What's going on?!"

"No time to explain, Mr. Potter," one of them said. "We'll fill you in later."